Un Hanuel: Chapter One

A man wearing a full white outfit strolled through the crowded streets of New York. He moved elegantly, appearing to be somewhat excited, and dazzlingly drawing the attention of every pedestrian as raindrops poured on the white umbrella he carried over his head, shielding his attire. People were left wondering where he was going because he appeared so well-groomed. Departing the crowd and entering what looked to be an empty alleyway that led to a dead end. He quickly turned right and arrived at a little business.

The store was packed with the fragrant aroma of fresh coffee beans being brewed into a delicious beverage, with honey dripping on the nearby coffee mug and fresh milk on the side. The sun was shining brightly, lighting up the entire city and reflecting off the windows of buildings, making the weather outside the Sweet Honey coffee shop ideal. The inside featured walls painted with a honeycomb pattern, and the seats were cozy and almost old in appearance. The ordering counter was in the middle, manned by three adorable baristas, and tables bordered the outside edges of the walls. Rather a secret place as it never had many people crowding it.

"Hiii bestie, what have you been up to? You are lookin' fresh this morning!" A barista said waving at him, he waved back walking towards the front desk of the shop. "It's been a while hasn't Sophie!! I have a meeting in a while, decided to stop and buy some doughnuts and warm milk." He replied pulling out his white wallet and handing his card to Sophie. "I'll take what I usually get." Until his items were ready to be picked up, they started talking while laughter and conversation could be overheard.

"Your purchase is prepared, Un Hanuel. You'll do well at today's partnership meeting, just be sure to express yourself!"

"Have a lovely day, Sophie, and I'll make sure to contact you later to show you what transpires."

Grabbing the bag of doughnuts and a hot milk beverage with both hands. By accident, an attractive guy helped me open the door after he struggled to do so, allowing me to exit. Un Hanuel turned back to thank the guy as he passed the door, but to his astonishment, his heart began to beat rapidly. "What was wrong with that guy's eyes? They seemed to be staring right into my soul." He was sweating and gasping as he ran out the doorway and into the crowded downtown streets.

He wiped the perspiration from his forehead with a handkerchief before walking and approaching an emotive cab driver. "Hello, are you accessible? If so, would you be able to drive me to "Heavily Fashion"?" The cab driver unlocked his door, allowing me inside as we made our way through the crowded streets of new york, Un Hanuel placed his items down, as he sipped his milk drink. His smile faded into loathing as he turned to face the outdoors. The beautification he desired could not be seen everywhere; there was just construction. He took a deep breath as the "Heavily Fashion" board became visible.

"I've made sure to tip you, wonderful cap driver, and I enjoyed the ride." His voice was trembling with anxiety as he muttered, shutting the door behind him. Un Hanuel started to move in the direction of the packed outdoor area when he briefly lost vision due to the sudden appearance of camera flashes.

"Sir Un Hanuel, do you anticipate acquiring another partnership today?" Said new stations, while others began to swarm him and close him off. " If you were to get this partnership, how would it help you?" Questions were coming at him from all sides, overwhelming him.

"Excuse me, will you kindly permit me in, thank you" He stopped the new stations from coming in behind him as he forced his way carefully towards the door where guards were waiting for him. "You guys could have prevented them from swarming around me. Oh my goodness, do I pay you guys to simply watch me?" As he stepped into the elevator of the company, his face assumed a fiery color.

*Meeting Room*

"Sorry for the slight delay; the new stations wouldn't move. However, I brought everyone some delicious, freshly made doughnuts "Un Hanuel stated as he entered through a glass door, putting the doughnuts on a table that was surrounded by several employees. He sat down on an empty chair, as a person that was standing started a presentation.

The presentation was going well. Un Hanuel, though, couldn't help but sense that somebody was staring at him. He experienced an uneasy sense as the presentation went on, but it seemed like it was too much for him. To his amazement, he turned to his right and saw the same individual he had seen before.

"We were obviously meant to cross paths again, huh? Mr. Chairman of "Heavily Fashion." The mister said while looking at Un Hanuel with his bright deep red eyes. Even though he was wearing a black pair of sunglasses, they were clearly visible. "Oh, how unkind of me; I haven't given you my name. I am "Agma Agency" chairman Ryeom Mun-Hee." Even his voice was icy; it seemed as though he was attempting to frighten people with it.

"I've never known of someone with a name like that. Based on your name, I'm assuming you're also Korean. In any case, I hope you appreciate our presentation and choose to partner with us." Un Hanuel responded, making an effort to seem educated. Even though he turned around and continued to pay attention to the presentation, he could still feel glances at him from behind.

*End Of Presentation*

"That concludes our presentation. If anyone has any other questions, feel free to contact us." While everyone applauded, the employee spoke. After a few minutes had gone, it appeared that no one was raising their hands. Un hanuel glanced around and got to his feet "Agma Agency, are you willing to work with us as a partner? We are interested in working together. You should make a decision, Mr. Ryeom Mun-Hee, but there is no pressure; you have time to think it through."A sneer appeared on Ryeom's face as I turned to face him. "What is he up to?" Un Hanuel seemed to have a thought.

"Mr. Un Hanuel, how about we have a nice supper together before we communicate? What do you say? I'd rather have some time to consider whether I want to work with you." His smirk grew larger as it seemed he had him enclosed in his fingers.

"Ah, but of course, I wouldn't mind. Please SMS me the location at xxx-xxx-xxxx. I'm hoping you'll be able to decide by then." Un Hanuel started to leave while slamming the door in his wake. As he moved toward his workstation, thoughts were circling in his head.

*Night Time*

*Ding, Ding*

As he unlocked it, Un Hanuel's phone started to tremble and emit noises. locating a message that was sent by an unknown number. "Hello, come meet me at Daniel's." His face turned pale as he realized that he had forgotten about the dinner meeting he had planned out with Ryeom. "I have barely gotten out of the bath, seems I won't have time to dry my hair this night." He quietly reflected as he quickly put on a suit from his huge white wardrobe. He appeared to be wearing a lot of white suits—another one. He proceeded to brush his blonde hair while hiding his bright blue eyes with a pair of sunglasses. Heading out of his apartment.

*Daniel*

Un Hanuel exited the vehicle and entered the Daniel restaurant, where a server showed him to Ryeom's seat. "It appears that you have finally come; have a seat; it's freezing outside. I must ask: Do you always aim to make others blind by wearing white, and are your boxers white as well? I don't judge, but maybe you're a brief sort of person." Ryeom chuckled as he spoke those words to Un Hanuel. "Haha, that's hilarious... I choose to wear white because it represents purity; you need to try it, Mr. Black."

"Un Hanuel spoke in a harsh voice as if he didn't want to be there, "Have you decided on the partnership, or are you going to keep dodging it? Did you invite me to dinner simply for us to eat?"

"Oh, come on, what's wrong with me simply inviting you to dinner? Once we've finished eating, I'll tell you more about the partnership. I can hear your stomach rumbling over here, so I know you're famished, hehe." They ordered a wonderful supper, Ryeom said while motioning for a waitress.

*20 minutes later*

"This supper was quite dull, but I hope it isn't our last, Un Hanuel, it appears we may work out some form of partnership," Ryeom stated, placing a few thousand dollars on the table as if he were paying for the meal, before hurriedly leaving to answer a phone call. "After what felt like hours of labor, it appears that I didn't come here for nothing since I was given the partnership. He wastes so much of my time, who are you?" Un Hanuel mused to himself as he rushed out the door and headed back home.

*Aparentment*

Un Hanuel took off his clothes and threw them on the ground before wrapping himself in a white blanket. "Now that I'm finally back home, I can relax till tomorrow morning and continue like before. As of now, I won't have to worry about any further collaborations because none are scheduled for the month." A message flashed as he went through his phones. Sir White, good night. Ryeom seems to have been aware that Un Hanuel had departed silently. He said, "Good night, sir Black," as his eyes closed.